Getting a hair cut is always tough for Maxie, it is amazing how hard he can scream and wiggle when a sharp object comes close to his face. Some hair dressers even refuse to cut his hair after doing it just once. So out of desperation, I was forced to cut his hair occasionally, and let me tell you, he looked really bad for the first couple of weeks. As a result, I tend to leave Maxie’s hair to grow till I couldn’t stand it anymore.
Maxie’s long hair.
Maxie and Ravi’s long hair.
Maxie’s long hair.
I was relieved when I found a local kids hair salon a few months back with solid reviews on yelp, but the result was terrible. The cut was uneven with streaks way longer than other places. I was so disappointed. I decided to seek out a new hairstylist again, this time at my own salon. I didn’t care if I had to pay more, as long as he can finally get a decent cut. Our appointment was on a late Saturday afternoon. It must have been close to the end of business hours as there weren’t any clients around. I was surprised that the owner of the salon took the appointment. She is a master level hair stylist and normally very busy. It took only 20 minutes for her to finish, but she was very pleasant and entertaining with Maxie, and I was extremely grateful for her time. It wasn’t the best possible haircut for Maxie, but it was the best haircut that he has gotten in a long long time.
Maxie right after his new haircut.
Welcome back, my handsome boy!
I blinked for a second, suddenly Maxie is 25 months old. I am so thankful that he still has some cute chubby cheeks left, so kissable!
Just woke up in the morning. Maxie at 25 months old.
Happy to be up after a bottle of chocolate milk. Maxie at 25 months.
Happy baby smiling at me. Maxie at 25 months.
That’s one funny Mickey Mouse! Maxie at 25 months old
This year we wanted to continue swimming lessons for Maxie like we did last year. We didn’t count on such high demand in our neighborhood, so even though we got wait listed in March, we didn’t get into a class till late June.
I was glad that Mario agreed to do the “Baby & Me” classes with Maxie, so I didn’t have the pressure of getting into a swim suit. Let’s face it, it is not a pretty sight after 2 kids. Funny that all the other moms felt the same way, because it is the second year in a row that I see only dads participate in this class while moms sit happily on the sideline cheering them on. Go dads!
So far there have been four classes. Maxie cried almost the whole way through during the first, and learned to do “crab walk” while crying half way through during the second. Then we missed the third and fourth due to illness and a malfunctioned refrigerator. But we are back on track and looking forward to get really good at swimming.
Maxie holding onto daddy during his first swimming class this year
Maxie at 24 Months
Here’s something funny about the kid in the picture. Well, let me explain.
You see a kid wearing pajamas laying on top of a briefcase. What you didn’t know is that this kid was actually wearing street cloth underneath this pajamas. Somehow he “convinced” his daddy to put his pajamas back on. He never approached his mother with this idea because he knew mommy wouldn’t allow such non-sense, and of course daddy is such a pushover.
His cute puffy cheeks and even more puffy looking pajamas gave the illusion that he was an average sized kid, but the truth is he fell into 4th percentile in weight at his 2 year check up. Mommy is worried? Yes, and there’s plenty of pressure from his grandparents to “add some weight back on”!
Maxie loves to test the limits of his daddy’s patience. In this particular morning, his daddy needed to leave for work early. Somehow daddy’s decision went against Maxie’s plan so he withheld the very thing that’s important for daddy’s work. I don’t remember how it ended, but I am sure he got lots of hugs and kisses regardless his funny ways.
The major change in Maxie this month is that he is beginning to have more fun with daddy. His fiery personality used to irk daddy to no end, but his adorable personally makes daddy surrender. In my eyes Maxie is simply a replicate of his daddy. It would just be a matter of time before he abandons mommy for daddy.
I rarely take pictures. As I looked through my photos I realized that if pictures captured all of our lives, then I am not in my kid’s life much. This definitely has to do with me not looking my best, not even okay most of the time. This year I want to change that. I want to look good again. I want to be in my kids’ photos even if I don’t look my best.
On a whim, I asked Mario to take a picture of me holding Maxie. I had no make up on. I was wearing an old t-shirt passed down from Mario. I probably didn’t brush my hair that morning. Mario took just one picture and it turned out pretty well. I should definitely encourage him to take up photography.
Mommy and Maxie
I’ve added a new tab, “Max’s Gallery” to capture all of his photos. This group of pictures are from earlier month when Max was 20 months. Enjoy.